Swimming Cellphone

Yesterday I decided to lifeguard. Please note, I haven't guarded in over eight months. So it was my first day back.
I rode my bike to work (very nice ride!) and changed into my lifeguard uniform. I did a rotation. Then I realized I was hungry, but didn't have any money to my name. So I texted Daddy...and unconciously-subconcsiously slipped the phone in my pocket.
Two hours later, I notice a little lad of about seven years to his name bouncing up and down frantically. The water level was just above his head, and he was grinning. His grin confused me...If you're smiling, you're okay, right? Wrong. You gotta look at the eyes. He was scared, when you looked at his eyes. So I yelled to him (just to make sure), "Hey, are you okay?"
And he shakes his head no.
So I jump in (the water came up to my waist, so I was alright...) and pick him up and carry him to the shallow, telling him that he's going to be fine. I asked him what happened. "My sister dared me to go out there...I got out too far, I guess."
So.
A silly rescue. Should've just made him hop to higher ground to teach him a lesson. (Of course I'm joking!)

And as I walked him to the first aid room to do some paperwork (so people can't sue us), my shorts started vibrating like crazy. My phone! I pull it out. The screen's blank. I hurry and open it up and pull out the battery, because the vibrating was scaring me. I glance at the sticker, and it quickly turned red. (Which means I can't get a free replacement.)

So I pulled the phone all apart, and let it dry for a few hours. And now? The surgery was successful. My phone works. Yay! (Sarcastic "yay" because now I'm still easy to reach...)

Music Discoveries

We got our annual water polo CD recently.
This CD is compiled of many songs, every track a certain person's song.
I've decided to point out some of my favorites...and ones that I'm rather disgusted with.

Favorites:
1) It's raining men (So random, so perfect!)
2) We Go Together (From Grease...)
3) Don't Stop Me Now (Queen...I think I've found a new favorite band from England. Don't worry Doyle and Stapleys! Beatles will ALWAYS rank number one on my list.)
4) Hey Bulldog (Beatles, my song...so I kind of felt like it was cheating to put it on here, but all well...)
5) I've got nerve? (Hannah Montana...apparently it's a hit tv show with everyone who has cable....)

"Meh" songs:
1) This is Why I'm Hot (Who is conceited enough to sing about why they're hot? AND it's rap...)
2) Girlfriend (I hate profanity. Leave me alone, please.)

Paint

Man, is life tough sometimes, or what?
It's especially hard when you're a third party, or a third person witnessing something heartbreaking. Like a good friendship breaking apart.
I, the thirdie turdie, saw all. I understood one person. They like to use you and throw you away when your purpose has been fulfilled. The other person didn't see this, or refused to see this, and they had a very happy and successful four-year friendship.
But then...the User had decided that the Used's time had come.
And this time the Used's eyes were opened, and saw the User for what it is and does.
And it's hard for me to watch this, because it seems like something is now missing everyday.
The Used no longer sees the User as a person full of perfection and happiness. The Used is no longer blind to faults and tribulation...
And the ideal image of the User fell off a shelf somewhere and broke. Smattered into smithereens.

I walk by this broken image, peel away the bright merry shiny pieces of paint, and see the person for what they really are.

And I wish I could put the paint back on. Because if I did that, maybe, just maybe, the person would see their limitless potential, see what they can become, and because I believe in it, they will become what they should be.

I'm going to find some more paint.

Dances...(ugh)

Well, I went to (probably my final) dance last night. Girl's pref.
I asked kind of late, so no one I knew was available. So...I asked an awesome young man from Bingham.
There was no day activity, at least not for me, because he had work. (Thank goodness! Sometimes I think these things are waaay tooo loong!)
We ate dinner at the Rabies.
Then we drove to the dance.
Unfortunately, I don't really like dances...so, we went in, got our pictures taken. Then we "danced" (if you could call it dancing) for an hour. Then we went out to get a drink, saw how nice it was outside, and decided that we weren't going back in to the dark loud disorienting atmosphere. So. We had to find something to do. We decided to try to get this one person wet because at Bingham, they're playing some senior game called "gotcha."
Anyhoo.
We needed to find a phonebook so we could figure out the coordinates of a circle. So we drove to the Stapley's, but when we were looking at the address, we realized, "oh, she's at a dance too!" So...since one of the Stapleys looked like they needed some cheering up, we stayed, and visited with the Stapleys...then watched a little bit of Pirates of the Caribbean. Then I took him home. Home by eleven!

YES!

WORK

Yes, it's a word that many of us hate. Work. Homework. Schoolwork. Housework. Job work. Yard work.

But I'm starting to realize that I better start loving that word. I'm going to be doing it my whole life. Not that it's a bad thing...

Work shapes us and molds us. If we didn't have work to do, what would we do? If such a thing happened to me, if for some reason I didn't have to work anymore, and could live a live of luxury and every need was fulfilled, every want pleased, I don't know if I'd be very happy. Work gives me a feeling of satisfaction; a hard job well done. Work helps me to be grateful for the times that I get to sit down with my family.

I think working is necessary to be happy. I should be grateful that I get to do schoolwork, then swimming work, then work-work, then homework...ugh....

Tear Gas

I attended a bake-off today!
While the judges were judging the food, we had an awesome chef from our ward demonstrate a couple of easy recipes. When there were pauses or times we had to wait for something to cool, he would tell jokes. My favorite one was:

What can you make with onions and beans?
Tear gas.

Then I thought...hmmm...I like onions occasionally. And everyone knows I love beans. So I decided to look up random recipes and here's a random recipe for this blog, because that seems to be the trend.

Sauteed Onion Bean Dip Recipe

Ingredients : Any Can of Beans(Kidney/Cannolini/Black)

Onions Chopped small

Garlic minced

Cayenne & Salt (to taste)

1/4 C. Olive Oil

Lemon Juice (to taste)

Cilantro Chopped finely (garnishing)

Method :
Sautee Onion,Garlic in a tsp of oil.Drain the Beans. Add Beans,Onions,Garlic,Cayenne & salt to
Food Processor.
While motor running, add oil, lemon juice & water if too thick.
Garnish with Cilantro & serve with Chips or as a spread for Baguette.

...and there's your geniune tear gas!!!

Coincidence?

It seems like whenever I depart from beloved Utah, the weather here gets wonderful...and wherever I go, the weather is good the first day, but after that, it's awful.
Take when I left for Albuquerque...when I was gone, the weather was warm and in the 70's. In Albuquerque the first day was pretty warm, but the second day, it snowed! (more like dandruff than snow...) When I came home, it was sprinkling rain at 2:00 AM. When I arrived at Kearns. It has been purty cool ever since.
And whenever I leave Utah in the summer, it finally gets a little cooler, and huge rainstorms. Wherever I go, it's hot and miserable.
...am I a curse?
Hmmm...

On another note, I've decided I don't want to grow up! I don't want to go to college. I don't want to be an adult. Why can't I just keep living in the same house, doing the same things? Ugh! :) I guess changes are necessary, though.

Help!

I am about to embark on a horrible trip: an eleven-hour bus ride, crammed full of people, no breathing room, to Albuquerque. Then I'll play about four games in the course of three days. Unfortunately, I'll probably be at the pool from about 7 AM to 9 PM. We have to walk with a buddy to get food. Coach says otherwise, but that's how it's been every year. Plus he says we'll get home at midnight. Actually, we always get home around 4 AM.
Here's my dilemma: what am I to do in all that time? I'm going to be very, very bored. Eleven hours on the bus. Countless idle hours at the pool. Eleven more hours on the bus...

Do you guys know any activities or games or things that could keep my brain and body entertained? (Sleeping pills and drugs are not an option, L-Dawg!)

FAILURE

That's what I am. A failure! Maybe I should learn from my brother, and stow soaked toilet paper in a cooler and chuck soggy toilet paper balls at cars.
I attempted to go chalking last night. "Chalking" is where people take chalk, go up to a friend's driveway, and draw pictures, tic-tac-toe, etc. Ring the doorbell, and you're off. Simple as that.
Last night wasn't so simple. The victim's mom knew we were there...and started turning on and off the lights to scare us away. Unfortunately, Jos wanted to finish her picture, so we went back. We ran away only to go back two-three more times. Unfortunately, in our last flight, my keys flew out of my pocket, so when we made it back to the car, we couldn't go anywhere.
We forced ourselves to go back and search...the lights all turn off. We couldn't see a single thing! Then the flashes began. Someone was taking our pictures! Blimley! After a futile search for keys, we sat on the lawn furniture. Finally the victim's mom came out and asked if we lost our keys. "Yes, we did."
She goes back into the house (and unknowingly to us, calls the victim, and they said to detain us as long as possible so they could get back to laugh at us) to get some flashlights.
We searched. And searched. And searched. I really wanted to find those keys before the victim got back! Finally I call dad. He wants to bring a huge search light and rescue us. I start looking up the path I took the car. When we were pretty far away from the house, the victim's mom found the keys! Yay! We could escape in time!
But...she wouldn't give them to us! She stated that the victim wanted to laugh at us and see us...so. We waited. She told us some hilarious stories of blowing up her chem lab, and setting a cat on fire.
Finally the "victim" arrived, and heartily laughed at our attempt. After some talking, I was permitted to have my keys back, and to leave.
(In the course of conversation, Jos and I figured out that the victim's mom found the keys early on, but kept us looking while she hid them in her pocketses.)

I'm now a failure at chalking. (Last week we attempted "heart attacking") Any suggestions for my next failed attempt?